I had resigned myself to the fact that the back garden just wasn’t going to do anything this year. Take a year off, and we would tackle it full force next season–seemed like a good plan just a month ago.
And yet this morning I find myself with 50 plus free tomato plants and a husband determined to till the rest of the back forty with the hope of copious amounts of canned tomatoes whispering sweetly in his dreams.
And we’re back in the game? (the game!)
More once our forest of tomatoes are planted….